Available for Pre-Order: Legends of the Damned

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Excerpt Promotion – FAR WEST – The Diary of Eleanor Higgins by Linell Jeppsen

Today I have an Excerpt for you from the soon to be released book FAR WEST – The Diary of Eleanor Higgins by my friend Linell Jeppsen, so look out for this one.  I will post again with links when it is released.

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FAR WEST- The Diary of Eleanor Higgins

Nel Higgins is the sixteen-year-old daughter of Frank Higgins, a deranged Lutheran pastor. After Nel’s mother passes away, she finds herself and her sister, Annie, at the mercy of her father in Yankton, Dakota Territory, 1876.

Bereft and frightened, Nel knows, deep in her heart, that neither she nor Annie will survive unless they can escape his evil clutches. Then, when unforeseen circumstances lead to Frank’s sudden death, the two girls soon board the famous riverboat, the Far West.

Once onboard, Nel finds herself following the path of American destiny toward Fort Abraham Lincoln, Custer’s Last Stand and the Battle of the Little Bighorn!

Readers and early reviewers are comparing this Historical Romance novel to FOREVER AMBER and THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN. It is filled with action, adventure, sorrow and joy and showcases the strength, fortitude and danger of the American frontier.




To my beautiful wife, Nel.

I am in Montana now, due to the mind-bending speed with which Captain Marsh applied his boat and crew.

We are moored at the mouth of the Yellowstone River, awaiting Custer’s return and that of his two, separate wings of command- Captain Benteen’s regiment and Major Reno’s troops. When they return I will, most likely, accompany Custer to Sitting Bull’s encampment.

General Terry is due to arrive any day now and I hear he is quite put out with Custer’s behavior. It is rumored that the brevet general is treating this campaign as some sort of holiday and he is stoutly refusing Terry any authority over him or his beloved 7th.

I honestly don’t know how any proper Army can operate under these circumstances~

Meanwhile, as snowy puffs of Cottonwood seed fill the air, and the smell of primrose prickles our nostrils with the first blush of summer, I can’t help but think of my lovely, young bride and the paper roses she held under her nose one day as she sat for a portrait with my father.

I know, now, I fell in love with you that day, and I also know that I will continue to love you until the end of my days… and beyond.

I hope that you and Annie are well in my absence and that our child is still safe and sound in your belly.

I am here to do a job and to secure our future together as a photographer of some good repute, but rest assured that my heart yearns for you- your smile, your touch, your body.

Sincerely; from your loving husband,





New Release – Inflamed by Jade Kerrion

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New Release: INFLAMED

Debra Martinez doesn’t believe in happy endings. Even if she did, she knows she doesn’t deserve one, not after betraying her best friend in the worst possible way. Eight years into single parenthood, her life is a grind of exhaustion in between spikes of fatigue—an endless struggle to make ends meet—until Sean Orr, Havre de Grace’s newest firefighter, shows her and her son, Aidan, a new and beautiful kind of “normal.”

But the happiness can’t last—not for Sean who is on the run from his past. When it catches up with him, will it bring Debra’s fragile normality crashing down around her, or will she find the strength to define her own happy ending?

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Excerpt from INFLAMED (Life Shocks Romances #9) by Jade Kerrion

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Excerpt from INFLAMED (Life Shocks Romances #9)


Enjoy this excerpt from INFLAMED, part of the VALENTINE PETS AND KISSES anthology!

Tension stiffened Debra’s back, but she smiled at the men, two of whom she recognized. “What can I get for you?”

“Five medium coffees for the boys down at the house.” Jack Landon leaned against the counter, flexing an impressive bicep. He was obviously on duty even though he wore street clothes; firefighting in a small town like Havre de Grace was a casual sort of thing.

“Didn’t know it took three grown men to buy five coffees,” she teased as she filled the order.

“Wanted to show the new guy the town.” Jack jabbed his finger over his shoulder at the tall young man standing behind him. “Sean Orr. He’s taking Larry’s place.”

“Hey.” Debra flashed him a dimpled smile. She estimated his age as mid-twenties, a good eight years younger than she was. “Welcome to Havre de Grace.” She set four cups in a cup holder made of recycled paper and then placed the fifth cup in the middle. “Will that be all, or would you like anything else?”

Ray Peterson, the third firefighter, pushed past Sean and Jack and rested both elbows on the table. He leaned forward, and Debra retreated from his leer even though her cleavage was concealed behind her turtleneck sweater. Ray chuckled as if he sensed her unease and pressed out his cheek with his tongue. “Do you want to come over this weekend? It’s cold out; great night for keeping warm together.”

“Aren’t you and Andrea still together?”

“She’s out of town this weekend. Perfect, you know, for you.” Ray snorted, the sound derisive.

Jack laughed and elbowed Ray. “Let’s get out of here, man, before the coffees get cold.” He led the way out of the store, but amid the quiet chatter of surrounding conversations, Debra heard Sean ask quietly, “What’s her name?”

Ray’s answer slapped her moments before the door slammed shut on their voices. “She’s the other woman.”

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Halloween Promotion – Amor Maldito by Simone Beaudelaire

Today’s Halloween Promotion is for Amor Maldito by my friend Simone Beaudelaire.  There is also an excerpt to give you a taste.  I have read this stories and love it.

Simone Amor Maldito Spanish



Evening in South Texas. The citrus scented breeze fans the palm fronds. Lovers linger in the growing darkness, hoping to steal a moment alone.
But their solitude is about to be shattered as legends of the Border come to life to claim new victims. Tragedy, love, terror and myth merge in this trio of tantalizing tales…



Yesterday, in class, he’d noticed she’d drawn his name on her notebook and put a little heart around it. That was all the invitation Ethan Miller required. He’d been eyeing Yesenia Morales for weeks, wondering if he dared ask her out.

The pretty Mexican-American girl had been his tour guide when he’d arrived on the campus of The University of Texas- Pan American three months ago, freshly out of the Marine Corps and ready to use his G.I. Bill money to pursue his goal of becoming an engineer. From the first time he’d seen Yesenia, he’d been possessed by an attraction the likes of which he could not remember ever feeling, in all his twenty-two years of life.

As he sat in an uncomfortable seat in the recital hall, staring at the black velvet curtains covering the empty stage, he remembered the day. He’d driving around the campus for over an hour looking for parking, and had been reduced to using the Wal-Mart across the street. Muttering and grumbling in the heat, he’d jaywalked across the busy road, earning the ire of drivers, who honked, receiving a one-finger salute in response. At last he’d arrived, drenched with sweat and far from certain about his overall freshness, at the student services building, where his frustration had melted like a snow cone in the sun. A soft, girlish voice cut through the crowd, though the speaker was invisible.

“Okay, it’s time to go. I’m not waiting for anyone else. Hello, everyone. Welcome to The University of Texas- Pan American. My name is Yesenia, and I’ll be showing you around today. This is the student services building, as you might know. You can pay your bills, sign up for financial aid, and meet with advisors here. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you the rest of campus.” The crowd parted to allow the young woman through, and at the sight of her, Ethan was instantly enthralled. Yesenia was not just pretty, she was gorgeous. She had shimmering black hair, pulled into two girlish braids. They hung over each shoulder, tied at the ends with little flowers. She was tiny, not quite five feet. She was also slender, but had lovely curves, revealed just a little in a skimpy sundress that countered the blistering South Texas heat. He’d looked into her big brown eyes as she passed him, and was lost. Those eyes made him want to do something stupid, like write poetry.






New Release – Devin’s Dilemma by Simone Beaudelaire

Today I have a New Release and First Chapter for you for Devin’s Dilemma,  book two of The Victorians, by my friend Simone Beaudelaire.



Brighton, England, 1856.

For young solicitor-at-law Devin Bennett, building his career is his foremost goal. Love and the future are far from his thoughts. So when he makes a business connection to Sir Malcolm Fletcher, his main concern is to disentangle the man’s complicated finances.

The last thing he expects is Harry. Lady’s maid and chaperon to Fletcher’s daughter, Harry is an intense, intelligent and interesting girl Devin can’t stop dreaming about. But Devin is aware Harry is hiding something dark from him, something that might just tear them apart and whisk Harry off to the far side of the world and into a dangerous situation.

From the sea-swept beauty of Brighton to exotic Bombay, the Bennett family saga continues in another tale of love beyond the limits of injustice.



“Harry! Harry, please come here. I need you.”

With a sigh, Harry put her book aside and rose to stand. Her feet ached in her cousin’s too-small boots and her second-hand petticoats drooped to the floor. I have to make time to alter this monstrosity. But she knew better. The petticoat had been tripping her for months, and yet, when she had a chance, it was a novel, not a needle, that drew her attention.

“Harry, please hurry!”

Harry hurried down the hall from her small bedroom under the eaves to her cousin’s larger room on the second floor, careful to keep her noisy boots confined to the soft black and rose runner lest they boom like thunder on the floorboards. A racket like that would certainly draw Uncle Malcom’s attention… again. That’s the last thing I want.

She wrestled the cranky crystal knob on her cousin’s bedroom door until the catch conceded to release, and slipped into the room.

“What is it, Fanny?” she asked. But even as she spoke, Harry knew the answer. Her cousin, Fanny, stood in the center of her room in her underwear, muttering under her breath as she laced her corset to the carved mahogany bedpost. Her pale forehead shone with sweat and her black hair clung to it.

“Fanny, stop,” Harry urged. “We tightened that thing already, remember? You don’t need to do that.”

“It’s not enough,” Fanny whined, her rosebud lip poking out into a pout.

“Why not?” Harry crossed the floor and smoothed Fanny’s hair back. “It’s not necessary to turn yourself inside out, you know. You have an enviable figure. Why tight-lace?”

Fanny looked down at her generous bosom, her tiny waist, artificially narrowed by years of tight-lacing, and her perfect, round hips. “Once William proposes to me, then I’ll loosen my laces, but until then… I can’t let my guard down. What if I have to make another match?”

Harry closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her own, much looser-fitting garment restricted her, but not to the point of dizziness. “You won’t,” she insisted. “William adores you. He has your father’s permission to court you. You’ll be his bride before you know it, but what happens if you pass out tonight? You’ll miss all the fun, and they’ll have to loosen your laces anyway.”

Fanny’s pout in no way diminished. “That’s easy enough for you to say. You don’t have to worry about finding a worthy husband.”

Harry bit her lip. “You’re right.” And how kind of you to remind me I’ve gone from a poor relation with few prospects to a domestic with none. Then she sighed. Fanny’s comment had not been made from cruelty and Harry knew it. “At any rate, I still think you’ll be fine with it the way we had it. And you won’t need to worry. Heaven forbid if something were to happen to William, you’d have a line of suitors waiting to claim you whether you tight-lace or not.”

“Do you really think so?” Fanny’s huge blue eyes widened until they seemed to swallow up all of her pale, heart-shaped face.

“I know so,” Harry replied, patting her cousin’s shoulder. “Now, why not bathe your face in some cool water and let’s get you dressed. You have a big night tonight.”

Fanny beamed, no doubt thinking of her beloved William, and Harry relaxed. Her cousin’s obsession with her looks bothered the bookish young woman, but she had to admit, they were more likely to win her a comfortable existence than any tome ever written. It’s not like you would have been popular anyway, Harry Fletcher. Not with your… she let the dangerous thought trail off. Taking slow, deliberate steps, carefully placing her shoes on the floorboards so as to avoid stomping, she approached a massive wardrobe in a dark, carved wood. Red-paneled doors gave way to rows of hanging dresses, each one worth at least as much as she earned in a year. Harry pulled out the midnight blue and lace ball gown her cousin had commissioned for tonight’s dinner.

“It’s dreadfully hot,” Fanny commented as she splashed cold water on her face.

“It is,” Harry agreed, carefully removing the dress from the wardrobe and laying it out on the gold brocade bedclothes. “Did your father say when we’re leaving?”

“To Brighton?” Fanny turned away from the ewer on her mirrored commode and approached the window, parting the curtains a crack to peer out onto the loud and dusty street. “He said it depends on me. If I can bring William up to scratch in the next week or so, we’ll have to wait until all the arrangements are made. Otherwise we’ll leave next week and he’ll have to catch up with us there… or wait until next season.”

Harry grimaced. Fanny was sure not to like either of those options. I suspect there’s to be a great deal of pouting in my future.

Fanny turned from the window and Harry carried the corset to her, settling it around Fanny’s perfect figure and beginning the laborious fastening process. Thank goodness she didn’t tighten it any more. That can’t be healthy. But Fanny didn’t worry about her health, only about her beauty, so Harry had no choice but to accommodate her.


Devin tossed the document onto his desk with a sigh, then threw his hands into the air, upsetting a cup of tea, which spilled over his paperwork.

“Damnation,” he growled, flinging himself to his feet and sweeping as much of the tepid beverage as he could away before it could stain the wood. The will he’d been drafting was ruined and he’d have to start over. “I love my job. I love my job. I LOVE my job!” he reminded himself. “Anything is better than that noisy, sweaty factory with Father and Chris telling me what to do.”

Taking a deep breath, Devin screwed up the paper and tossed it in the bin. At least you didn’t upset the inkwell, dolt. Too aggravated with himself to restart the document that had taken him several hours to prepare, Devin rose carefully, managing for once to avoid hitting his head on one of the low rafters, and ducked into the out-of-doors in search of a cup of tea that didn’t endanger his paperwork.

Exiting his place of business – little more than a box hung with brown brocade curtains – Devin blinked in the sparkling June sunlight and rambled down a street lined cheek by jowl on one side with a row of brightly colored but narrow homes. On the opposite side, adjacent to the building in which his office formed a small portion of the first floor, other shops and businesses competed with each other by decorating picture windows with gaudy displays of lace, hats, toys, cigarettes, and other goods and services, just waiting for the first influx of holidaymakers from London. Après moi, le déluge, Devin thought irreverently. Not that he was going anywhere. His business remained fairly steady regardless of the socialites who tended to flood Brighton after Midsummer’s Eve. Only a week to go now. A week and the lovely solitude of the coast, which refreshed him after long hours hunched over his too-small desk in the semi-darkness, would be crowded with pretty and expensive-looking young ladies, trying desperately to be noticed by a gentleman who was titled, wealthy, young, handsome and kind. In short, a phantasm.





First Chapter – Keeping Katrina by Simone Beaudelaire

Today’s First Chapter is from Keeping Katrina by my friend Simone Beaudelaire.

Keeping Katrina


The 1840s: A time of increasing social awareness, particularly for progressive cotton mill owner Adrian Bennett and his son and business partner Christopher. But one social issue Christopher has never considered much is violence against women. A Robert Browning poem and a chance encounter with Katerina Valentino change everything.

Katerina is in fear for her life from her father’s constant beatings. That is, until Christopher becomes entranced by the delicate dark-haired beauty, and decides that he must rescue her from her father–by marrying her. But Katerina’s years of abuse have left her physically and emotionally scarred. And those scars threaten the newlyweds’ hope for happiness. Is Christopher’s tender affection enough to help Katerina heal her broken spirit?


“You want me to do what?” Christopher Bennett looked aghast at his mother.

She returned his gaze levelly. “It’s not so much to ask, son. She’s a lovely girl, and I just want to introduce you to her.”

Christopher rolled his eyes in disgust. His mother was such a romantic, sometimes it drove him mad. He counted slowly in his mind, trying not to snap at her, his eyes taking in their surroundings. They were standing outside the family’s factory, a massive brick structure with billows of eye-stinging smoke pouring from several chimneys. Even from the street, the sounds of the steam boilers and the clanking of machinery were quite loud. Inside it was deafening. The streets around the factory were filthy with ash and soot and the buildings surrounding them, tenement slums, sat forlornly under a blanket of garbage and dirt. The chill, humid air clung closely to the mother and son standing outside the massive edifice, moistening their skin with a slightly musty dew. A little breeze picked up, sending the cold straight through his coat, which he had flung hastily over his shoulders and left unfastened, and her wrap, and both shuddered. When the wind had passed the tenement, it had picked up a vile aroma of human waste and unwashed bodies. It was a terrible place to live, so close to a factory, but for thousands of the poor of London, there was no choice. None of those desperate souls worked for the Bennetts, though. Christopher and his father paid wages too high for that. Their workers lived quite comfortably in comparison.

A small and skinny child sat on the step of a tenement, dressed only in a thin nightgown despite the biting January cold, playing with some unidentifiable piece of trash. The scene did very little to soothe Christopher’s temper, and his voice, when he spoke, was harder than he intended.

“Mother, I’m much too young for you to play matchmaker with me. I’m nowhere near being ready to get married.”

“What a shame. You’re twenty-four, just the age your father was when we got married. Please, son. I’m not asking you to marry her, just to let me introduce you.”


This time she had to take a moment. She hated being here. While she approved of what her husband and son were doing in this factory, she despised the heat and noise and filth of the place, not to mention its squalid surroundings. Tenements like this one were a breeding ground for the cholera epidemic which was currently sweeping through the slums.

Besides, she didn’t want to explain everything yet. She had just had tea with her young friend, and listened to the sweet-natured musician play the harpsichord, beautifully as always, and then she had seen something so… she shook her head. It wasn’t the first time she had encountered such heartbreaking marks on the poor girl, and Julia longed to take her away and keep her. But alas, Kat was her friend, not her daughter, and she had no right to interfere. Today, however, an idea had struck her. There was a way to make Kat her daughter, to wrest her from the care of that monster. It was an impulsive plan, fraught with potential disaster, but here she was anyway. She had left the house for the factory the moment the visit had ended. The cab in which she had ridden was waiting at the edge of the street to take her home again.

Christopher was looking at her expectantly. But what to tell him? Something true… but not the whole truth. Not yet.

“Because she’s not very popular, and there’s no reason for it. I want everyone to see there’s nothing wrong with her.”

“Why do you care?”

“She’s my friend.”

“How old is this woman?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Don’t look at me like that. She’s not a dowager. She’s nineteen, I believe, and quite pretty. Please son, can’t do you this one thing for me? Just meet her?”

Christopher knew it would be futile to refuse. His mother was a sweet woman, but could be very stubborn. Since she had decided he needed to meet her friend, she would not let him hear the end of it until he did. Better to get it over with quickly. “Oh, all right then. I suppose you can perform the introductions tonight. I’ll meet her. I won’t promise to dance with her though. If she’s some kind of pariah…”

“Oh no,” his mother said quickly, “just a bit shy, a bit of a wallflower. Nothing more.”

“What’s her name?”

“Katerina Valentino.”


“Her father is. Katerina, as far as I know, has lived in England her whole life. She looks rather Italian, but her manners and speech are very English.”

“I see. Well, fine. Tonight, at the ball, I’ll allow you to introduce us, but that’s all. Any further actions I take will be decided by me.”

“I understand, son.”

Christopher stalked away.

Once he was out of sight, Julia sagged with relief. If he would meet Katerina, it would be a start. Something had to be done to help that poor girl about whom she had come to care so deeply, and Julia was willing to give all her resources, even her firstborn son, to accomplish it. She only prayed it would be enough.